Frost evening comes, I must go out,
Half scared to brave the bitter
But nature calls, one barks, one bawls,
Two dogs go out together.

Four padding paws, eight furry feet,
However you would call them,
The wind kicks up, their pace increase
Towards warm garage doors open.

I wish, like them, my coat was fur,
To keep me warm in snowtimes
But soon enough the seasons turn
We’ll romp and play in sunshine!